Void

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as the lines should go,
as the feelings should flow,
swimming in a sea of woe that makes my heart a hollow.
stuck in an ocean of thoughts,
shape shifting as a dark empty room,
spinning around,
not moving forward nor stepping back,
the endless sense of misdirection pointing me to nowhere.
only flaming grounds,
parlous walls,
only chaos of my heart.
Dr lips,
wide open unexpressing eyes,
shaking hands,
jello knees,
only a dead soul looking for redemption,
looking for a revival,
searching for a ray of sun, a spotlight,
yet, only ending with damnification.

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